the blue sky. the gifts of providence below and beyond it.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
There was a breeze blowing. A slight one. It raised dried and dead leaves off the ground along with other dust particles. They float on the airwaves. It was a nice sight; leaves rushing towards me from the corner of my building, straight out of a motion picture. I hadn't seen such a scene until then, and it was kinda delightful. Turning my face towards the comforting breeze, i allow freshness to caress my cheeks. A dust particle of the entire lot went into my left eye and the eyelids closed over in response.